High School of Wicked Magic

"The world is quiet. There are no pop-up windows for tofu novels," Zhuang Mingge sighed.

"It's too much, the vice president, to do such a thing to one of his own members."

"What are you talking about, President, I don't understand at all."

"Ahhh, idol, you're black."

"Shut up, scumbags, all of you are scumbags, you bunch of scumbags, scumbags, scumbags..."

In short, after a burst of earth-shattering venting, Zhuang Mingge finally expelled the cumbersome thoughts in his mind-empty, and relaxed slightly.Qi, even the body is a little lighter.

At some point, Xi'an sat up, with his legs folded up, bathed in the cold moonlight, his beautiful face exuded an astonishing charm, and the beauty of the girl's overpowering face made Zhuang Mingge almost suffocate.

"Have you calmed down?"

"Ah, calm down." Zhuang Mingge sat facing the moonlight, stretched out his hand as if to grasp the bright moon from the sky, the moonlight shone on his face along the gap between his fingers.

"Hey, Sion, do you think we will win tomorrow?"

"Of course." Sion smiled brightly.

"Noah, you think so too?" Zhuang Mingge asked softly.

"In fact, our chances of winning are not small. We have 14 people supporting us. For whatever reason, we have indeed gathered 14 votes. We have already moved towards The qualification to win, the end is ahead, we are still moving forward, that's all, idol."

Noah said his understanding lightly, but there was a faint smile on his face.

"Is that so, it turns out that we already have the qualifications to march towards victory."

Zhuang Mingge sighed. Taking advantage of the moonlight, he looked at Xi'an, then at Noah, and finally saw William, who was slumbering and sleeping in a mess, and a refreshing smile appeared on his face instantly.

"Since this is the case, we have nothing to be afraid of, and we will continue to move forward like this, until we reach the end of victory."

"That goes without saying..."

"I'll follow you, idol."

The much-anticipated seventh day of voting finally started with the first bell in the morning.

On the last day of voting, there was no hustle and bustle in the past. Although it didn't look much different from usual, everyone's face was more or less different.

Everyone knows that this is the last day, and the mine throwing will end tonight.

The results of the statistics are related to all students.

Is it the so-called false alarm that remains the same day by day, or is it a huge wave that changes amidst the noise? This is related to every student of Saint Laurent College, and every student feels the oppression. The student union in the early morning , inside the office.

Warfit, who had been in the room all night, opened his eyes. After he woke up from a deep sleep, he stood in front of the huge landing lane, looking down at the entire academy.

The tallest building in the Mage Tower, the home of the Student Union, from here, you can see the entire academy.

Rolling mountains, criss-crossing streets, strangely planned blocks, and all kinds of buildings, although they are already tired of seeing the scenery on weekdays, Warfit was surprised to find that he had changed from these—unchanged In the scenery, I found something that I usually ignore.

For example, the rainbow refracted by the gurgling spring water, the animals running in the dense forest, the people coming and going on the street, and the people flying around in the sky occasionally practicing flying magic.

What is it that made me ignore these beautiful scenery of the past?

Warfit frowned, rarely thinking about a completely different question from the past.Normally, he would never waste precious time on such meaningless questions.

Is it because you feel uneasy?

How dare you think about such a silly question.

He quickly discovered his abnormality, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Xion Yemei, Yi, Barrett."

He chanted these two names, he had never been so embarrassed and uneasy, and all of this was brought about by these two people, he was not too angry to add more, nor was he so disgusted that he wanted to kill them.

He just chanted these two names, his eyes were as calm as the calm sea, without any fluctuations.

This is the highest point of the Tower of Tongtian, where only the strongest witches in the academy are eligible to live.

In the witch's room, Cyril was sitting on a chair, bathed in golden sunlight, like a princess in a painting, serene and gentle. The sunlight fell on Cyril below through the huge windows. Like the heroine in a fantasy story, if it is painted into a beautiful painting, it will be passed down forever.

The name is... The Witch in the Sunlight.

Now, this witch exudes a chilling aura, like a sharp knife drawn out of its sheath, cold and sharp, as if it can chop any prey that comes close to her.

"Everything has been done and tamed..." The witch's icy pupils showed a chill that froze the heart. This was a gesture that Zhuang Mingge had never seen before, and that Cyril would never show in front of him.

This is the real... Thunder Witch, not Cyril, only Leiter.

She is as noble as a queen, proudly looking down at the three half-kneeling magicians in front of him, two women-men, like followers in knight novels, respectfully half-kneeling in front of the Lightning Witch, with their heads bowed, not airy. Dare to pant - under.

Hearing the witch's question, the red-haired man among the two women-men said, "Yes, it's done. Everyone is ready and ready to act at any time."

"Then let them act." The witch said casually, "All vote for it, so that my lovely brother can enjoy the joy of victory."

"Yes." The red-haired man replied respectfully, and then slowly backed away, gradually disappearing at the top of the stairs.

"You two..." The witch looked at the two girls below, and suddenly asked: "My lovely brother wants to become the student council president, what do you think can make him get what he wants?"

The two women glanced at each other, and both saw surprise in each other's pupils.

"With all due respect, my lord, in the history of Yves Saint Laurent, there doesn't seem to be a mixed-race student who occupies the position of student council president." The woman on the left side said calmly. If Eureka is Shuluo's most loyal follower, she— —Christina is the most loyal subordinate of the Thunder Witch.

No matter in the past, present, or future, he will never betray, and the most assured minister said, "If there is no one, then let me be the first. That's what my lovely brother said, as his Sister, I want to support my brother."

The witch seemed very satisfied with what Zhuang Mingge said to her back then.The candid expression and the resoluteness in the tone made Cyril's heart skip a beat. As expected of my younger brother, he speaks so domineeringly.

The woman on the right frowned slightly, and said, "But with our current strength, there is no possibility of manipulating the election, and we cannot directly provide effective help."

"I know that. I just asked you if there is any way. There is no need to talk about these useless things." The witch said displeasedly, the chill in her eyes was even stronger.

Christina thought for a while and said: "The process of the full-length election of students is very simple. The first step does not require our help, and the second step only needs [-] votes to pass the election. The younger brother of the adult can also solve it by himself. Only in the third step can we help the adult's younger brother. In order to prevent the half-race from becoming the student council president, it is estimated that most of the mixed-race children will plan some super difficult problems to make it difficult for the adult's younger brother. She paused a little here - Next, continued: "Only here is the best time to help my brother. "

The witch found it troublesome, so she frowned and said, "How about beating all the candidates for the student council president election to death?"

The woman on the right smiled bitterly and said, "My lord, I can naturally do this, but if I really do this, my lord's younger brother will lose the qualification to become the student council president directly."

"It's okay to do it quietly."

"In this academy, we have no way to hide from the vice president."

Speaking of Cainshere, even the strongest witch of the new generation can't help showing a cautious expression. She is conceited and powerful, but she is not arrogant enough to provoke the silver mage.

That is courting death.

So, amidst the Thunder Witch's entanglement with her younger brother, the day finally came to an end.

In the dark night, Yves Saint Laurent's Independent Magic Academy... had insomnia.

From teachers to students, everyone is eagerly waiting for the result of the vote.

This is related to the future of YSL Magic Academy.

After seven days of re-election caused by people of mixed race, 30 students voted and finally came to an end.

No matter on the street, in the living room, in the hall, in the kitchen, in the dormitory, or in the classroom, countless students are anxiously waiting, experiencing suffering, and waiting for the result to come.

William clutched his student ID card tightly, almost crumpling it into a ball.

Sion—smiling at the moonlight—hummed a beautiful song. Under the silent moonlight, the beautiful song floated far away with the moonlight.

Noah was reading the book quietly on the side. If you look carefully, you will find that his brows are tightly wrinkled, and his eyes fall on the student ID card next to him from time to time, absent-minded.

Zhuang Mingge flipped open his student ID card, quietly waiting for the moment when the result would appear.

Finally, the time has come.

- Lines of characters appeared on the blank page of the student ID card, Zhuang Mingge's eyes were burning, and he was stunned when he saw the result at a glance, and then the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, and he laughed in a low voice.

Number of people who support: 161125 million people otherwise: 121114 people who abstain from voting; 24454 people

The moment Zhuang Mingge laughed, a monstrous huge wave suddenly erupted from the old school building, and countless laughter gathered into a monstrous huge wave, which shot straight into the sky and disappeared into the night sky. ! .